VOL; L-NO. 16. BY S. B. KOV. CLEARFIELD, PA, VEDNESDAT, DECEMBER 9, 1857. For ihe "Raftsman's Journals' n.n.vsrKEs of seren ading. BY J AS. S. ER1SBIN. To tho man with red hair, what plays on the flute and big bass fiddle, these lines are respect fully writ. Lady, wake ! the winds are sighing . Wake, my lore, tho whoopcr's crying; Wake! and listen to my numbers; Wake! cast off thy drowsy slumbers. ,: List ! niy lute s low murmuring tone; List! to the river's solemn moan ; :Tis the hour of calm delight, ' Jfoly hour of lone midnight. Xow our souls may hold communion; Xow our hearts may join in union ; . While bright spirits round us hover, In the bower come join thy lover. On yon tower the moonlight 's streaming, Stars are brightly o'er me beaming ; In the bower come, love, we'll meet, Where the wild rose blooms so sweet. brighter are thy lovely eyes. Thau the orbs that deck the .-kios; Stay not, lady ! stay not. stay; To the bower come has to away. . Hark ! slow the lattice swings around, And tiny steps above mc sound; hhc comes in all her maiden charms, To rest within these eager arms. Fair one! Eve's loveliest daughter J'y George! who threw that water? (ood heavens! suppose it had hit me '. Jley. Lull ; get out ! augh, d-m he's bit me ! Two red orbs are at me gleaming; l'aper bobs are o'er mo streaming -11 if a. Hull. hi?s!': I hear that tone ; ' tick him ! sick the pup off home!'' THE IOUHLE SHOT. A TALE OF WYOMING. The beautiful vale of Wyoming, Pennsyl vania, became the scene of a dreadful tragedy. Through this valley the East branch of the Susquehanna flows, on the banks of which the inhabitants of Connecticut bad planted a colony, many years before the revolution. It became the most populous and flourishing settlement in America, and nowhere, perhaps, on the face of ilie globe, existed a commnuU ty of like numbers, where so much happiness, based upon public and private virtue, prevailed, as in the Valley of Wyoming. Industry and frugality were the great temporal character istics of the pc pie, and, all the same, stern patriotism found a luxuriant nursery there. When the war of independence broke out, Wyoming sent forth its youth, and during the struggle it gave a thousand soldiers to baitle lor lib -rty ; and yet, in the midst of that peaceful community party spirit raised its un seemly head ; and soon the animosities of Whigs and tories became as strong there as elsewhere, separating and severing the dearest tics. The Republicans, having a majority, nsed means to restrain the actions of the Tories, and even expelled many from the colony. This highly exasperated them ; they swore revenge ; they coalesced with their savage neighbors ; and during the summer of this year, while nearly all the youths of the settle merit were wilh the army, the resolved to wreak their vengenee. Both Tories and Indi ans lulled the inhabitats into security by pro testations of friendship, and caused them to be lesson their guard. Hist, of '70. In the sweet vale of Wyoming, George and Mary Ryerson had found a pleasant resting place, far away from the cares and turmoil of city life. Their wealth consisted of a conve nient farm bouse, with a broad belt of rich, uncultivated land lying along the banks of the gentlo Susquehanna, ami a track of woodland along the mountain side; of sheep, cattle, hoiscs, poultry, ail manner of implements of husbandry ; everything which ministers to the real necessities and happiness of man. There they lived and loved, acknowledging no sovereign save the Lord of heaven and earth, no aristocracy save that of superior in telligence. During the summer months he rose early, and buislcd himself with the supcr lntendance of his farm ; she attended to the management of the household, and found lei sure to look after the welfare of the flowers, to plant vines and traia them gracefully about the cottage windows, to sit in their cool shad ows, and sing-songs of love mid peace. George Ryerson was tall, and handsomely formed, with a high, white forehead, dark, hazel eye, and a handsome glow upon Lis check. Mary was somewhat sligl.tly made, with blue eyes, golden curls, a rose-tinted cheek, and a velvet smile playing forever a- bout her lips. They were as beautiful and purc-hcarted as any pair who had joined hands lor a life walk, since our first parents trod Eden's paths together. They had been five years married, and yet no undercurrent of grief or bitterness had swelled up to disturb the bright surface waves of a severe existence One winter day, Geo. Ryerson took his gun .ami went oat for the purpose of hunting a deer. Crossing the Susquehanna, he began ascending the mountain on the opposite side Reaching a level path, running circular around the hill, he discovered deer tracks. Presently a Cno buck came bounding down the hill, and stopped but a short distance before bim in this path. George raised bis rifle, shot and the deer fell. At the same instant the hunter felt a sting like that of an adder in his shoulder dizziness came over him, and he fell back a gainst a tree. A dark face bent over him, a dark hand extracted the bullet, and a low ran sical voice said 1 K "Me sorry ; me no mean to hurt you." "Is it yon Eagle Eye," said the hunter. V "It is me," replied the Indian, "me take Eagle Eye, it seems had chased the deer, and without seeing Geo. Ryerson, when it hal ted, had fired simultaneously with him. The Indians ball struck one horn of the buck, glan ced and penetrated the white man's shoulder. Eagle Eye was a strong man, full six feet high, and giving his arms to Blue Bird, his wife, helped George home, and would leave no one but himself attend him. Ryerson's wife, as a matter of course, was much frightened at first and wanted to send for a physician ; but Eagle Eye said "me cure him, and under his treat ment in a few days George was quite well a gain. A strong attachment grew up between George Ryerson and Mary, and the Indian and his wife. Often the newly made friends hunted the deer together, and as winter melted into spring, j and spring blossomed into summer their hearts knew no change of seasons they re mained brothers in words and deeds. It was in the morning ol July 3d, 1778. Tho weather was extiemely sultry, and to enjoy the cool of the day, the family at the farm Lad risen early. After partaking of a pleasant breakfast, Mr. and Mrs. Ryerson hung listlessly over tho ta ble, discoursing of the past and future, and thriving condition of their settlement and the whole beautiful valley of the Susquehanna. "It is such a comfort, George," said the 3'oung wife, "to know that the late unhappy differences between the whigs and tories have all melt d into moonshine ; ard not only our tory neighbors, but the savages themselves seem now to be vicing with each other in man ifestations of kindness and good will towards us." "We have certainly much cause for gratifi cation to our Father in Heaven, dear Mary, for all this seeming good faith ; may He in his mercy grant that it i3 not the calm which ush- rs-in the tempest." Just then the red turban of Eagle Eye pas sed before the window, and in another instant ic opened the door without knocking and Step ped into the centre of the room. In place of the wolf-skin vest, in which we first introduced im to the reader, he wore a white cotton shirt, ith a broad collar open at the throat, and urned down, displaying a fine muscular neck, and a part of his broad, tawny chest. He car ried his rifle, and his powder horn was suspen- led by a strap over his shoulder. Gnorge read a new expression in his countenance ; and Mar almost feared to look upon him. he was so stern, calm, yet sorrowful. "Sit down, my brother," said George. "Will you cat ?" said Mary. "Me want nothing me no hungry. Come with me," he said, looking at George. "Take the gun, the wild cat is on the mountain ; come and shoot him." "Oh, only a wild cat ?" said Mary laughing, 'Well, I deelare, Eagle Eye, your grave looks frightened me terribly ; please bring him down after you take him, but a look will do for me no steaks this time, after a ''double shot." She alluded to their first meeting in the woods. No smile lightened up the face of the Indi- an ; ticorge waxca a snatie paier as ne piemen up his hat and gun, and followed him he knew not whither; and Mary grew sad and silent as they walked slowly along the river's side. Noon came ; the hottest, most suffocating noon ever known in the valley of the Susque hanna. Not a leaf stirred upon the trees, not a zephyr lifted a blade of grass, but the sun poured down scorchingly, vegetation wither ed, and every living thing sought shelter from his burning rays under some friendly roof or shade tree; the very stones were like heated irons, and the river glowed like liquid fire. George Ryerson had not returned, and Mary looked out from tho window hour after hour with a strange foreboding of evil. Mary pre pared dinner, but she merely tasted it, then re seated heiselt at the window with tearful eyes Baby laid its velvet cheek against hers, and then it sobbed aloud. With her eyes fixed upon tiie road, she sang it a gentle lullaby and it fell asleep. Hark ! what sound is that that long, loud trifle, veil 1 What mean those cuns ? that tramping, shouting, crying that despairing w ail. He w ho is absent flies to his home ; the bovs come down from the cherry trees, tho girls rush in from the garden, shrieking, cling ing to their mother's skirts ; the dog sends up a howl of horror ; the cattle snutt the wina, and run bellowing hither and thither. "The English ! the tories ! the savages are upon us!" was shouted from house to house, from field to field ; it echoed wildly along the banks of the river, and reverberated Irom hill to hill. The strong men girded on their armor and went forth to meet the heterogenous mass of murderers : the aged and the sick, timid womanhood and helpless childhood remained to weep and pray. On they came like a legion of fiends, shout ing, cursing, killing ; the fed coats of the English mingling with the naked shoulders of the half-clad savages ; their tall military caps contrasting strangely with their shaven Leads and horrid scalping tufts. "To the fort ! to the fort !" shouted a neigh bor, bursting open the door, and instantane ously disappearing. "To the fort !" shouted the frightened ser vant shaking her mistress violently, 10 arou her from the stupor into which she had fallen. "To the fort ! what, Margaret, bas he come 1 "Xo, no but the English the tories the Indians are upon us ! Haste ! fly ! for God's sake keep your senses !" Margaret tied on her bonnet hastily, made up a small bundle of neccsssary clothing foi mother and babe, which she put into her hands, then herself taking the child on the arm, drag ged her out, and along in tho direction of Fort Kingston. ' Poor, bewildered Mary ! she woko to the consciousness of her danger when she found herself flying over the dusty road, with scores of helpless women and children, wagons roll ing past at full speed, mounted horses, leaping like reindeers, with pale and hatlcss riders, all rushing on, while ever and anon came the din of the warwhoop, and the shriek of the suf ferers, overtook by the bloodhounds in the rear. Mothers and children fainted and fell, old men sat down, unable to go another step, and those whom GoJ granted strength to pro ceed, arrived at the fort over heated, utterly exhausted. One after another tottered in, im ages of grief and despair. Inside were a few mattresses, a scanty sup ply of provisions, a few cooking utensils, and there in melancholy thankfulness, they ate the evening meal with sickening foreboding of to morrow, fccores arrivea during me nignt, coming from the mountain and all along the river, until all the houses and barracks wero full ; some lay down to rest, others sat up, watching the fitful slumbcrcrs as ever and anon they started in their dreams and murmured prayers to heaven against the cruelty tof men. Among the watchers was Maiy Ryerson, sit ting beside her babe and Margaret, all night long, with folded hands and tearless eyes, and when the stereotyped question of the sentinel, "who's there ?" was asked at the break of day, she heard it, still hoping in the olden answer, "a friend," to detect the voice of her husband. All night Col. Zebulon Butler and his men sat up making strong their defence, running bullets, doing everything human r foresight could for safety. Weak and worn they were, but resolved to sell their lives dearly ; and they waited for the coming conflict with unflinching nerves. The sun had risen high above the fort, and stood out iu the cloudless atmosphere like a red ball of fire ; not a leaf fluttered, not a zephyr rippled the surface of the clear, calm Susquehanna ; the grass crackled under the feet of the kine ; the dogs dug holes in the earth and lay half buried there. Nature her self seemed awed by some dark foreshadowing, and held her hot deep breath in fcarfirl anti cipation. "An officer and guard," said the men in the lookout; "John Butler," they continued, and drew nearer ard new hopes sprang up in many a despairing heart ; on slowly and silent ly they came ; surely their visit would be peaceful. Halting, they sent a messenger to say that if Col. Zebulon Butler would come out to meet his cousin ho would propose terms of capitulation. " Unsuspicious, not thinking in his own honest heart that lie, one of his own kinsman would be a very fiend, he, accompa nied by a few men, went out to meet him. In the meantime John Butler and his party had moved back toward a thicket, and Zebu lon and his men followed. "They will halt just within the wood, he said, the extreme heat of the day causes them to seek the shade; let us venture yet further, my friends," and they pressed on, till startled by a wild, demoniac yell an ambush was upon them. Bewildered, overpowered, they were shot, stabbed, scalped ; a few only escaped by swimming the river, none remain ed to tell the tale at the fort. "They are long gone," said tho lookout ; "long gone," said Col. Dennison, who was left as commander; "long gone," was passed from lip to lip, with lear of their safety. The soldiers gazed upon their families with deep, yearning tenderness, and mothers upon their blooming daughters, with the lear which only mothers can realize, for John Butler and his tory herd were known to be more brutal than savages. "They come," said the look-out; "our friends are safe," responded all below. "Not Zebulon, but John Butler ; not our friends but the tories," and then went up wail of grief and despair, and a low undertone of supplication to Heaven. Col. Dennison, realizing tho weakness of the force within, thought it but prudence to send out a flag of truce inquiring upon what terms they might capitulate. I "The hatchet," replied John Butler. "God's will be done ; can't we at least.die bravely ?" he said, mournfully. "Kill them to the last ! kill !! kill !!!" shout ed the demon Colonel, throwing reeking scalps over the walls of tho fort, and with a thunder ing cry they rushed to the attack. It was a hot, fierce onset, with guns and staves and im plements of war, and then they commenced es calading the ramparts. The little band fought desperately, but what could they do against such fearful odds. One after another they dropped away from the side of their Colonel, until hope was folly, and valor madness, then he surrendered at dis cretion, nistory tells the rest. The men wero n murdered; women and children burned; the country was devastated, crops destroyed, granaries and dwellings reduced to ashes and that beautiful valley, w ithin a few weeks be fore a miniature of Paradise, became but one wild scene of desolation. Through all that night of gloom and day of horror, Mary Eyerson sat on a low pallet, be- sidejier babe and Margaret, hardly caring for her own safety since the fate of her own beloved-one was unknown. But when the heavy bolts were at last unbarred, th doors swung open, and the greedy enemy rushed in, she was startled by the cry of her servant and the terrified wail of her babe. Springing from her seat she caught up the little one, hugged it to her bosom, and started for the door. Pressed down on all sides she fell. A coarse tory bent his loathsome glance upon her face saying, "fear nothing I will save you ; will you love me if I will, pretty one V As he stooped to lilt her, a tall Indian push ed him aside and caught her up in his arms, saying "hold baby tight." Close upon their tracks followed a squaw, leading Margaret by her hand ; none opposed them, none questioned. - Sometimes the Indians said gravely as they passed, "she is yours, Eagle Eye ?" "She is mine," was the laconic answer. "Whither away with the white squaw.my fine fellow V said John Butler, as he bounded past him ; "put her in a place of safety and como back, tae frolic is not over." "Take it," said Eagle Eye, putting the baby into the arms of Margaret, the mother resign ing it without opposition, and looking up with a strange bewildered air. Oh, the traces of that day's butchery. Here a hat, there a shoe, here a torn garment, there the red hair. Mer cy veil the sight. Close under the shelving bank of tho river lay a light canoe. Eagle Eye loosened it and sprang in w ith his charge, the women follow ing. The barque shot away like an arrow down the stream. The sun was low ; a cooler breeze swept with a lazy wing over the water, as of ten as they paddled away, Blue Bird, the squaw,dipped up a handful ofdrops and sprink led them in Mary's face. Baby laughed to see the bright showers as they fell; and even his mother returned his salutations with a mourn ful smile. Eagle Eye turned the canoe, and shot under the bank ; they disembarked in silence and walked on, crossing a narrow strip of land be tween the mountain and river, and at the foot of the hill they all sat down to rest. The Indian put down his burden a few mo ments, straightened up his tall figure, snuffed the wind as if renewing his strength, he said "come," as he shouldered poor Mary again, ne took a .circuitous path over the mountain, stealing along through underbrush and rock which seemed too close to allow a passage. Only once he crept to the top of a rock and looked mournfully back towards Wyoming. The red flames of the burning fields and dwel lings were curling upwards, the smoke lay in one mass along the horizon, the river was one long line of flames. He groaned, set bis teeth firmly togetber,drew his hands across his eyes, and said in his heart, "Can they be Christians ? Lo ! how they deceive each other curse their hypocrisy." Through that terrible massacre he had shed no blood, laid rudo hands on none. Burning with shame for his tribe, who had thus been decoyed into treachery, he had met them at the Council fire, remonstrating against their intended cruelty. They could not appreciate his nobleness of character, yet no man called him "coward," he the brave of the past, tho hero of many battles. He went and returned at pleasure unquestioned ; knowing the secrets of their councils, bound by an Indian's honor not to betray his people. The heavy dew drops fell from the leaves as they parted them in their way the shadows lay heavy upon tho rocks. Eagle Eye slacked his pace, descending cautiously into a hollow, covered with under brush and weeds. He stopped as he proceed ed, they following wonderingly. Presently they parted upon the naked rock, w hile far in advance they saw a single gleaming light. Some times they lost sight of it ; again it twinkled before them like a star. After proceeding, what seemed to some of them a long journey under ground, they e- merged into an open room, the wall sufficient ly high for them t stand upright ; that, and the sides also, of solid rock. There was that star, (a candle,) and there, bound hand and foot, was George Ryerson, secured by a rope to a heavy rock, yet so fettered as to feel no other inconvenience than thatof detention. Beside him sat an Indian boy and girl ; bread, cold meat and fruit were on a rude table. In a corner lay a buffalo robe and a blanket, upon which Eagle Eye bestowed his burden, then unbound the prisoner, who folded his wife to his bosom, returning thanks to Heaven. After the massacre was decided upon, Eagle Eye pondered in his heart how he might save his friends. He must not turn informer and come to despise himself, and be looked upon as a woman by his race ; perhaps ho and his family might fall victims to the cruel tories He knew, that if he informed him, Mr. Ryer son would never desert the settlement even he would have hated him under such circum stances. How could he save him and his own self-respect, his honor, as understood by the white man's code 1 He decoyed him away from home on tho morning of the fatal strng gle, there seized him, and with his superior strength, bonnd him hand and foot, and car ried him to the cave. "Me no hurt you me save your wife and baby great war much blood be still 1" Then putting a gun into his son's hands, he said, "if he makes a noise shoot him," and to his daughter, "cook his dinner feed him." Poor George Ryerson ! Fear curdled the very blood in his veins, his knees shook, bis brain reeled, as he thought of the loved ones at home ; but he had perfect confidehce in the integrity of the being before him ; ho knew the uselessness of remonstrance, and only said, as the door of the cave was darkened by the retreating form, "Remember." He was an swered : "Eagle Eye is not a dog that he should die." Descending the mountain he was met by a party of John Butler's men, who seemei in clined to watch him, and he turned another way. "He is not false," they said, "he is hunting in the mountain." "When be descended into the valley the human blood honnds were al ready on their relentless trask, too busy to notice him as before. He hurried to the house of his friend to find it already deserted. He walked on towards the fort ; his eye scanning narrowly every human face. When he came within reach of its guns he said, "they are safe, tt is well," and taking another path than which he came, he turned to his home in the moun tain. He spoke a few words to Blue Bird, in their own language, the meaning of w hich was, "When tho battle is hottest to-morrow, be there in the rear with the squaws ; when I whistle, come like a fawn to my side ; who shall touch the wife of Eagle Eye V There, in that lone mountain cave, dwelt George Ryerson and his family until all was safe ; cared and provided for by the Indian and his family. When he said, "it is time, they went forth into the world again, to weep over the cruelty of Christian man, and the desolation of the loveliest valley whose green pastures ever slept beneath the sun. There, near the blackened ashes of their for mer dwelling, they reared another cottage, fenced their broad fields anew, and by indus try, frugality and patience, gathered slowly a- round them ail the comforts and luxuries which men truly need below. Seasons came and went ; the rain and the sunshine bleached out from the valley's face the crimson records of the past; and time, which mellows all things, mingled with waters of memory the sweet lothe of forgetfuluess; George and Mary Ryerson were happy in love, security and liberty; America is free. On a sweet spring morning the door of their home was darkened by the entrance of Eagle Eye, his wife and children. A few white hairs have blended with the raven locks of the pa rents, which told they had suffered, for they were still in the full vigor of life; and the children were tall and comely, the youth ap parently seventeen,the maiden about two years younger. "Sit down, my friends, and let us talk to gether." Eagle Eye's voice was husky, and slightly tremulous as he spoke. "We may now sit down in your cabin, for the sun walks on ; our journey is long and . f , i ir weary ; we are come lo say ureneu. n e arc sick with the foolishness of our tribe ; the Great Spirit has turned away his face. They shed the blood of the pale face, who never hurt them, and the Great White Father, Wash ington, bas sent men to waste their corn, burn their wigwams, and drive them away like chaff when the wind is high ; they are sick, and their medicine men are women ; their braves faint ere the sun is low. We go to the hunt ing grounds of the West, to build us a cabin by the spring and dwell there with our child ren forever." He turned away to hide the emotion which swelled his great heart almost to bursting,each pressed the hands of their white friends in si lence, and all turned mournfully away. "God bless you, our preserver, and the best cf brothers," said George, seizing his hand, and shutting it upon a purse of gold ; but he dared not look him in the face, tor his own heart was full and Eagle Eye gazed upon them no more. Mary leaned her head upon her husband's breast, and wept loud and bitterly. Memory was busy with the past. Confession of Mcrdebers. Henry Fife and Charlotte Jones, two of the persons con victed in Pittsburgh of the murder of George Wilson and Elizabeth M'Masters,near M'Kees port, in Allegheny county, have confessed that they committed the murders, and have exon crated Monroe Stewart, who was convicted with them as an accomplice, from all partici pation in the crime. This is an impoatant confession to Stewart, and will most probably save his neck. . The beauty of a woman transcends all other forms of beauty, as well in the sweetness of its suggestion as in tho delicions fervor of tho admiraton it awakens. The beauty of a love ly woman is an inspiration a sweet delirium a gentle madness. - ' Tiik Alligator Witness. At a late trial, the defendant, after hearing a witness, jumped up and 6aid "Them allegations is false, and that alligator knows it." ' AGKIcrJLTl'RAL. Save the Soot. This, though generally throw n into the street and wasted is one ol tne best manures. It is extensively used in Eng land, and when only lo or 20 bushels are ap plied to the acre, it induces the most luxuriant crops of w heat, and other grains. It contains, in small compass, almost all the ingredients of the coal or wood used for fuel. It also con tains several salts of ammonia, magnesia, lime and muriatic acid. Its components are the natural food or stimulant of plants, and it can be used to great advantage as a concentrated fertilizer, to stimulate germinating seeds in the drill. It is not only sown broad-cast with the grain, but it is applied to the root crops w ith the best results. Potatoes and carrots, especially, arc benefitted by it. Six quarts of soot to a hogshead of water makes an excel lent liquid manure for the garden. It can be applied with safety to all garden crops, and w ill pay w ell for saving. In putting the stoves, furnaces and fire-places in order for winter, bear it in mind, that soot is valuable, and will be wanted for spring use. One, two, three or more barrels can be saved easily in most fami lies, especially where wood is bnrned. ScBJECTsror Farmers to Study. Few oc cupations furnish as fine opportunities for close and careful study as farming. How much light the practical farmer, by observing closely may throw upon these two subjects 1st. The wauts of different plants in refer ence to the elements of nutrition. 2. The wants of plants in reference to the physical condition of the soil. Tho theories of sci entific men must be proved true or false by actual trial in the field. Indeed, most of tho labors of agricultural chemists have been di rected to accounting for facts discovered by farmers. OcrtAR Demonstration. Upon one occa sion, when the Rev. Mr. Robinson was preach ing, he dropped the immediate discourse and made this observation : "It is a rule with me never to use an expression which the humblest of my hearers cannot understand. I have jnst made use of the term ocular demonstration I will explain it to you. I look into the table pew, and I see a young man, in a blue coat and scarlet vest, fast aslccpS' On pronouncing the last two words he raised his voice consid erably, and all eyes being attracted to the un fortunate sleeper, ho added, in a lower tone, "of that I have ocular demonstration." He then resumed his discourse in his accustomed mai.ncr. The young man didn't sleep much in church after that. . t i tt ; i i l J K N L K A L HAMILTON. UCDemi UBIUiilOn, who was drowned by the steamboat collision in the Gulf of Mexico a few days ago, was the famous South Carolina nullifier. When the tariff of 1S2S w as passed, he resigned his seat in Congress, and went home to resist its exe cution by force. He was elected Governor, and recommended the nullification act, under ' which he subsequently Haync being Gover nor was made the General of theState troops, ne imported, at Lis own expense, some sugar, refusing to pay tho duties, in order to bring on a contest, w hich was subsequently avoided by the Tariff Compromise act. He was about 65 years old. Wisconsin Election. From the Milwaukio AVirj, (Democrat,) of the 2-jth, we learn that the result of the late election in "Wisconsin has, at length, been ascertained. The Repub licans have elected the Governor and Prison Inspector ; and in the Legislature there is a small Republican majority on joint ballot. The Democrats elected all the State officers, with the exception of Governor and Inspector. Cool. In a great storm at sea, when the ship's crew were all at prayers, a boy burst in to a fit of laughter. Being reproved for bia ill-timed mirth and asked the reason of it, said, "Why. I was laughing to think what a hissing the boatswain's red nose will make when it is coming in the-water." A man in Oakland, while in a fit of night marc, dreamed that he was a horse, and that his wife was a hostler going to curry him down. At this point in his dream be kicked bis spouse out of bed. ' Ex-Governor Hammond has been elected by the Legislature of South Carolina to fill the seat in the United States Senate made va cant bv the death of Senator Butler.' "Say, Jo, can you tell dis nigger why dat i. i . i n rl Aa tnnin am 1 i lr "Can't guess." "It is kase dey am bof 'sposed to be inhabited." V J A peacock is a beautiful bird if it would on ly keep its mouth shut. So would be some angels we know of, if they would follow tho sameprecept. -. -; ; Beware of tattlers. "The dog that' will fetch a bone will carry one." The viper that will flee before your face will hurl its poison, at your back." : ..--.; What is the difference between a dog smel ling a pocket and a boy stealing money J One is scenting the poeket and the other pocket ing the cent. 1 . Bubby, what became of that big hole you had in your trousers tbe day afore yesterday?" "OL, it's worci out !" jou Dome." Is my husband here ?"
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